"Karl Lagerfeld?"

Xiao Chen was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Dream baby, are you talking about Karl Lagerfeld as Chanel's royal designer and creative director?"

"Yes. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Lin Ximeng nodded, then his face changed, and he asked, "How do you know?" Do you still know the fashion industry? ”

Lin Ximeng really feels very strange, after all, Karl Lagerfeld is a fashion master of luxury brands, and looking at the way this guy dresses, it has nothing to do with fashion at all.

It's no wonder that Lin Ximeng thinks so, after all, Xiao Chen is really not particular about dressing, in his words, as long as he is comfortable.

Although the clothes Lin Ximeng bought with him were indeed very luxurious and expensive, Xiao Chen was not used to wearing them.

So, he was wearing a white cotton shirt with a round neck, which looked wrinkled, and a light blue cropped pants underneath, plus a pair of imitation cowhide sandals, and his whole body looked out of fashion.

Xiao Chen smiled and said, "I don't know much about fashion, but I still know a little about the Chanel designer you mentioned, and I often see him in magazines."

That old man must be in his seventies, right? It looks pretty cool, I used to just see him in magazines, but today I can finally see it alive, and I'm a little excited to think about it! ”

Geezer?

Alive?

Hearing Xiao Chen's words, the corners of Lin Ximeng's mouth twitched, and she wondered, is it a right choice to let this guy go with him?

However, when I thought that Master Karl Lagerfeld spoke French, and his French was not as good as this guy, Lin Ximeng felt that it was better to bring this guy with him for the sake of insurance.

Thinking of this, Lin Ximeng looked Xiao Chen up and down, and then said, "Xiao Chen, are you going to dress like this and go with me to meet the distinguished guests?"

"What's wrong with wearing it like this, I think it's good!" Xiao Chen pursed his lips and said.

"Can't you iron your clothes when they're so wrinkled?" Lin Ximeng was speechless.

"Dream baby, this dress is like this, if the folds are ironed, this dress will lose its original tonality." Xiao Chen replied.

"Do you know the tonality of clothes? Fool the devil! Forget it, there's no time for you to change your clothes now, so let's just do it first! ”

Lin Ximeng waved his hand, then picked up his bag, took a contract, and said to Xiao Chen: "Later, I will talk about cooperation with Master Lagerfeld, so you can just sit quietly next to me later."

I don't let you speak, you must not talk nonsense, you speak when I let you speak, do you hear? ”

"Huh? Isn't my past just an ornament? The corners of Xiao Chen's mouth twitched and asked.

"Nope."

Lin Ximeng shook his head decisively and said, "I didn't ask you to be an ornament when I let you go. Master Lagerfeld likes to speak French, and mine is not very good.

So I'm afraid that I won't be able to understand some of what Master Lagerfeld said later, and when the time comes, you have to pay careful attention to everything Master says, and when I don't understand, I ask you, you must tell me quickly, you know? ”

"Got it, isn't it just to be a translator, what's so difficult about it?" Xiao Chen yawned and replied.

Looking at Xiao Chen's indifferent attitude, Lin Ximeng was very unhappy.

Did this guy listen to himself?

Can he do it?

Lin Ximeng glanced at Xiao Chen unhappily, then shook his head, and thought, forget it, it's not too early now, you have to hurry over, it's a mule or a horse to go out and slip around.

Thinking of this, Lin Ximeng said, "Let's go, let's go!"

"Oh!"

Xiao Chen answered, and then followed closely.

Soon, Xiao Chen drove Lin Ximeng to the Waldorf Astoria Hotel on the Bund with the president of Maserati.

The Waldorf Astoria on the Bund is still a little far from Shangxuan International, so Xiao Chen drove for almost half an hour to reach his destination.

As soon as he got out of the car, Xiao Chen was really shocked by the hotel in front of him.

The Waldorf Astoria on the Bund consists of two towers, a new, modern tower connecting an all-suite historic building.

It is said that this was once the legendary nightclub of Songhai City, and it is also one of the few excellent buildings left behind in Songhai.

Generally, rich people like to come here to live, talk about business, and eat, although the price is expensive, but for rich people to come here is no longer a matter of money or not, they are more for the pursuit of a feeling.

Before entering the hotel, Lin Ximeng repeatedly emphasized what he had said to Xiao Chen, but Xiao Chen just nodded vigorously and said that he understood.

Walking into the hotel, there are two rows of girls wearing high-forked cheongsams standing at the door, and the white thighs are eye-catching** and gold-absorbing.

This rich man is going to enjoy!

Xiao Chen secretly mocked, but his eyes stayed on these girls for a while before following Lin Ximeng into the hotel.

As soon as I entered the door, a waitress wearing a red phoenix dance cheongsam greeted me.

"Hello Miss, do you have a reservation?" The waitress looked at Lin Ximeng, who looked like a fairy, and asked with a smile.

"I made an appointment with Mr. Lagerfeld, is Lagerfeld here now?" Lin Ximeng's voice was cold, and he asked expressionlessly.

"Who are you?" The waiter asked respectfully.

"My surname is Lin." Lin Ximeng replied.

"Oh! Miss Lin, are you looking for Mr. Lagerfeld? Mr. Lagerfeld is on 'Romantic Beach', you are here, please! ”

Regarding Lin Ximeng's attitude, the highly professional waitress did not have any dissatisfied looks, but smiled slightly, and then took Xiao Chen and Lin Ximeng to the 'Romantic Beach'.

Passing through a long corridor, the walls and ceilings are painted with exquisite murals, including Chinese landscape paintings and Western oil paintings, which are very well combined with Chinese and Western paintings, without any obtrusion.

Xiao Chen followed behind Lin Ximeng, looked east and west, smashed his mouth, and said, "This old guy is still quite good at enjoying it!"

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person."

Lin Ximeng paused, said coldly, and then continued to walk forward.

"Hey, why is this woman so nervous, not to meet the national leader!"

Xiao Chen shook his head, and then followed.

This hotel is really not ordinarily big, and it took more than 100 meters to reach the private room of the 'romantic beach' that the waiter said.

When he arrived, the waiter knocked lightly on the door and said in French, "Mr. Lagerfeld, Miss Lin is looking for you."

"Please come in."

A very magnetic voice sounded, and the French was quite standard.